Worn out gone ocean calmly lowers bodies offering
   whims condition as night falls
   spills disease mental sores
   mine exploding you fucking liar
  
   lines form short mans views
  
   cassandra's curse prophets eyes
   sees the truth they perceive as lies
  
   this controls my mind
   after supper o much fatter
   how to reconcile this matter
  
   lies disfigured one on top no distinction soaking sing
   a screaming phrased in ill contempt
   not worth it
  
   this controls my mind
  
   so whose resolve cant stop them now
   raving mad so very small
   kisses dust storm wave good-bye
   have no need to scrape so high